Chapter 38 Appearance
As the hour of Hai arrived, the hot and dry warmth that had been there for the past three months finally subsided.

"What about Novelist Six?"

Zhou Tieyi asked curiously.

In this world, because all the schools of thought want to spread their doctrines, it is not too difficult to find out the secret cultivation methods of the lower three levels of each school, at least for a young master like me in the general's mansion.

But when it comes to middle-level practice, which is already the mainstay of a school, various methods will be consciously hidden to mislead others.

"You've probably guessed the sixth rank, it's called 'Seeing the World'."

Having said that, Hu Wenlang did not continue to talk about the secrets and various methods of this method, but just gave Zhou Tieyi a name.

"The fifth level is called 'Manifestation of the Holy Spirit'."

"Manifestation of the Holy Spirit."

Zhou Tieyi repeated the sentence. He did not look at Mo Fei who had been sitting quietly listening to the story, but from inside and outside, Mo Fei was like a collection of thousands of ink words, making him unable to see clearly for a moment.

Hu Wenlang kept silent about anything above the fifth rank, and Zhou Tieyi was tactful enough not to ask any more questions.

The moon was at its zenith, and Zhou Tiege stood up to say goodbye, mentioning that he had asked the driver to go back early.

"You are the only one who can order people around."

Hu Wenlang complained and could only ask Concubine Mo to see the two brothers off.

After leaving the Hu Mansion, Qingyi Lane a few blocks away became quiet. Although there was no curfew in Daxia, it was still troublesome to find a driver at this time.

Princess Mo held a small lantern and led the two through the streets and alleys until they came to a spacious place. There was no one on the street. She smiled and said, "It just so happens that my neighbor has two horses."

As she spoke, her bright light shone on the courtyards on both sides. The courtyards were silent and most people were already fast asleep. When the light shone on them, Concubine Mo called out, "Ma Lai."

Two white horses actually came out from the walls of the neighbors' houses on both sides. The white horses were extremely handsome, with snow-white manes shining with the glow of flowing clouds. Their hooves fell on the ground, bringing up a faint mist.

With the white horse, Concubine Mo took out the scroll and blew at the words on it, "The book contains the cloud-scented carriage."

A carriage decorated with a colorful canopy was blown out of it by Concubine Mo, exuding a faint fragrance of books, and two white horses harnessed the shafts of the carriage obediently.

Wow, is this the fifth grade of a novelist?

Zhou Tieyi looked surprised and even doubted whether he should switch to this path right now.

Zhou Tiege noticed his brother's envy, patted his brother on the shoulder and said, "Don't be envious. When you reach the fifth rank, you will ride a dragon horse and lead thousands of troops. It will be much more majestic than this."

Zhou Tieyi chuckled and thought that all the philosophers who had survived to this day must have their own mysterious methods.

As one of the upper nine schools of thought, the military strategist is second only to the Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. If he practices to a high level, he will definitely be able to surpass the novelists who have never produced any outstanding works.

The two got into the carriage. Concubine Mo sat in the front room, placed the small lamp in her hand under the eaves to illuminate the road ahead, and picked up the reins and threw them.

The two dream horses neighed loudly, but the neighing sound only sounded in the dreams of the people around them, and there was no sound from the outside world.

What's even more bizarre is that once the dream horse starts running, it doesn't need to run on real streets, but instead uses the dreams of people around it to run at a high speed.

Zhou Tieyi pulled up the curtains and saw the speeding scenery outside, which was half true and half false. He gained a deeper understanding of the novelist's methods.

He lowered the curtains, looked at Zhou Tiege, and asked, "Brother, the preparation you mentioned earlier is Hu Wenlang?"

Zhou Tiege nodded and said, "The sixth-grade novelist 'seeing the world' is just like us military strategists refining qi. We military strategists refine different qi, each with its own magical effect. Novelists can see different local customs and incorporate a little bit of truth into their own books. If they practice deeply, it will be enough to turn the false into the true. By then, even if it is a huge lie, people in the world will think it is true, so it will naturally be true."

Zhou Tiege gave an example, "For example, his foundation for enlightenment, The Story of Qi Xiaosheng, whether it is the already published The Dragon Slayer or the unfinished Yellow Spring Road, the characters, customs and landforms in the stories are mostly real, except for Qi Xiaosheng, who is not real. But when everyone in the world thinks that Qi Xiaosheng is real, then he is real." "Qi Xiaosheng."

Zhou Tieyi smiled and said, "It seems that Hu Wenlang is quite ambitious."

"Don't underestimate novelists. In recent years, novelists' stories and comments have been very popular all over the world. If it weren't for the strict restrictions imposed by various schools of thought, especially historians, the common people would have already regarded novelists' stories as the golden rule."

Zhou Tieyi touched the precious decorations inside Yunxiang's car, and it was hard to imagine that these were just dreams and ink illusions.

Yes, if a novelist can turn the false into the true, what does it matter if it was false before?

In my previous life, there were so many people who believed in the existence of God and went to ask for land and money with a collection of ancient novels, the Bible.

"I plan to invite Shenxiu to Nantianmen. There is a Tingchao Tower built by a novelist. It can accommodate a thousand people to listen to books at the same time."

"Do you want to leverage the power of these thousands of people?"

Zhou Tiege nodded affirmatively and thought for a while without hiding anything from his brother. He turned his palm outward, and in his palm, there was a blood-red military flag that was between real and fake.

When the flag appeared, the running dream horse was startled. Fortunately, Concubine Mo controlled the horse properly. She quickly pulled the horse and knocked on the carriage, "Brother Zhou."

Zhou Tiege smiled awkwardly, "I thought I could completely control this military flag."

Concubine Mo said, "After all, Brother Zhou's military flag came from the ancient battlefield and the Yellow Spring Road. We don't know all the mysteries in it."

At that time in the ancient battlefield, Zhou Tiege broke through to the fifth rank, and the military flag he condensed was naturally known to Mo Fei who was traveling with him.

Zhou Tiege flipped his hand, and the military flag disappeared. Then he said to Zhou Tieyi, "When a sixth-grade warrior formally switches to military training from martial arts, he will gather a military flag at the fifth-grade. The military flag represents the will of the army. My military flag can even touch the realm of the fourth-grade military soul. Of course, I am not strong enough and need external help. If I could lead thousands of soldiers, I would not be afraid, but if I fight alone, I can only borrow the hearts of the people."

The practice of martial arts can be considered a panacea. When you are in the lower three levels, you can switch to sword practice and other minor paths, or you can switch to military practice, Taoism, and Buddhism when you are in the middle level. That is the most perfect state.

There is really no other way, so I can only drag it to the peak of the fourth level, wait to be recruited by major forces, and look for the slim chance to enter the upper three levels.

"It seems that you are well prepared, brother."

Zhou Tiege nodded, "I am well prepared for my personal victory or defeat, but in military practice, one should not worry about victory but defeat first. If, I say if I lose, and the monk uses his Buddha nature to break the morale of the army, then I will pass this military flag to you, and you will carry the Zhou family's flag from now on."

Halfway through his speech, he saw that Zhou Tieyi didn't care, and fearing that he would refuse, he emphasized, "This is not for you, but for the Zhou family. Besides, if I lose, I will have the opportunity to switch to Buddhism, which is another way out."

His gambling fight with Monk Shenxiu seemed to be a feud between the younger generation, but behind it was a mutual test between the Queen Mother and the Emperor, and the loser would certainly not be able to escape unscathed.

Zhou Tieyi thought, it seems that his elder brother has been discouraged by Xiu'er in the past few days in order to forget the Buddha nature in his heart. This is not good.

So he smiled and said, "Xiu'er's Buddha nature is just a small one, it can be broken with a raise of the hand."

He raised one hand, pointed to the sky with the Fearless Seal, and lowered the other hand, covering the ground with the Demon-Subduing Seal.

Between the palms, the inner and outer world is divided.

Full of majesty and solemn appearance.

Inside the carriage, Zhou Tieyi sat as tall as Mount Sumeru, his voice as loud as thunder, "The Buddhist teachings he demonstrated are quite good, but they are not yet fully practiced. Brother, you can study with confidence. I will teach you the sutras and you will surely be able to see through the color and not fall into the trap of others!"

Outside the carriage, Mo Fei, who was listening to a story, suddenly could not hear any movement in the carriage. She couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen, but it was still silent.

At the critical moment of the story, the voice suddenly fell silent...

(End of this chapter)